Trouble

Featuring Arachan the outlaw from Lawlight

Trouble, my only friend.

Trouble, my enemy.

Trouble, my motivation.

Trouble, my everything.

Trouble is loaded in my gun.

Trouble runs through my veins.

Trouble’s something from which I can’t run.

Because trouble is my name.

Angels increased my bounty by double.

But Trouble doesn’t stop for divine beings.

Don’t worry, I’m not in trouble.

The trouble is in me.

Do the Space-Makers understand at all?

Every force they make has a reaction.

So if angels are going to establish laws,

They better expect some opposition.

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Nobody ever lasts long around me.

It’s not my fault they’re collateral casualties.

That’s why I’m always skipping town.

The towns I don’t skip are burned to the ground.

There is plenty of shelter in the darkness of night.

Avoid the light of the Enforcers, stay out of sight.

See meteor showers, the falling stars.

Those stars have eyes, don’t draw their ire.

I talk to myself because no one else is alive.

I’ve some verbal quirks because I’m socially deprived.

I’m a vagabond among outlaws, an anathema of heretics.

Compared to me, those bandits are law-abiding citizens.

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A puppet master.

No, I don’t pull the strings of the masses,

But I massacre caravans of merchants in transit.

I’m the bandit.

A telltale sign in your campfire.

Lanterns are dying and your candles expire.

By the light of the night,

You’ll feel that something’s not right.

But behind you, I’ll strike.

In your back with a knife.

I’m the darkness.

Awaiting until dusk.

I prowl in the shadows.

Run away if you must.

But leave your goods behind,

Or your wallet I’ll find.

Off your bloodied corpse

Full of bullet holes.

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I don’t need a horse. I don’t own a steed.

With the help of my boots, I use my own two feet.

I don’t need speed. I stop to smell the spoils.

The war torn towns and fields full of explosions.

The world’s a minefield of flowers and daisies.

Anything pretty is bound to be deadly.

But don’t trust something just because it is ugly.

Unless it’s me, you can always trust me.

I promise I won’t kill you in your sleep.

I never was one for much subtlety.

By the sounds of fireworks, you’ll find your tent burning.

Your wagon’s ablaze and your horses all fleeing.

It’s not much fun without a firefight.

Why wait till noon? Stand-off at midnight.

No sun in your eyes, get used to the darkness.

No lantern light, illumination’s extinguished.

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Trouble?

Why would you say I’m not worth the

Trouble?

Maybe one of these days, you’ll be in

Trouble?

Then won’t you wish you hadn’t left behind

Trouble?

Do you believe me when I say you won’t get in

Trouble?

Do you understand, it’s not any

Trouble?

Well, now it’s too late.

You’ve made your mistake.

Take it with you all the way down to your grave.

No one will ever blame you for your choice.

No one… except me.

I’m giving chase.

No, I’m not easy to shake.

You better believe I’ll stay in pursuit.

No wanted papers, no bounty on you.

I make the bounty hunters look like lost children.

I follow your tracks, and I won’t lose them.

You never should have made an enemy of me.

But now this enemy will never give you sleep.

I strike in the night.

You know this well.

So you better sleep tight

In the light of the Sun.